When the towers fell, we all stood up… together.

Here is the final excerpt from today’s sermon made as a commentary on the current Doomsday scenarios being bandied about by some who seem to have forgotten that elections mean having those who prevail and those who don’t, holding respect, in freedom, that wins the day for all of us. I wrote the poem about 15 years ago, as we were nearing Thanksgiving and the Christmas Season.

FOR THOSE IN THEIR LATE TEENS AND EARLY 20’S WHO THINK THE SKY FALLING, KEEP IN MIND, NOT SO LONG AGO, MUCH MORE CAME DOWN, AND WE ALL STOOD UP, TOGETHER.

THIS PAST WEEK IN PREPARING MY SERMON, I CAME ACROSS SOMETHING, BY ACCIDENT, THAT I WROTE AND RENDERED HERE IN THIS PULPIT 15 YEARS AGO. WE WERE NEAR THANKSGIVING, ABOUT TO ENTER THE CHRISTMAS SEASON. THE CONTEXT IS FROM 9/11, BUT IF YOU DON’T MIND, I’D LIKE TO SHARE IT TODAY, BECAUSE I THINK WE HAVE WONDERFUL CHARACTER IN AMERICA, BUT VERY SHORT MEMORIES.

RECALLING THE STORY ABOUT WHO-VILLE AND THE GRINCH, I WANT TO RESTATE SOMETHING CALLED “OSAMA THE BINCH”.

Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,
But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S! the whole U.S. way!
Now don’t ask me why, for nobody can say,

It could be his theology was somehow not right.
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

But, whatever the reason, his heart or bad sermon,
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
“They’re doing their business,” he snarled from his perch.
“They’re raising their families! They’re going to church!

They’re leading the world, and their freedom is thriving, I must keep the S’s and U’s from surviving!”
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U’s and the S’s,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,

They’d go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules,
And then they’d do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,

Would stand all united, each U and each S,
And they’d sing Uville’s anthem, “God bless us! God bless!”
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they’d stand,
and their voices would drown every sound in the land.

“I must stop that singing,” Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea–an idea that might work!
The Binch stole U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.

“They’ll wake to disaster!” he snickered, so sour,
“And how can they sing when they can’t find a tower?”
The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping, All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,

Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, AND it started to grow–
the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing…
And he couldn’t believe it–they started to sing!

He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any towers at all!

He hadn’t stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
And you can’t smash the towers we hold deep inside.

So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we’ll cope,
For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.

For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth or political powers,
It’s more than our enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless America! GOD Bless us! God bless!

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